3 God Of Angels

Joan's soul drifted into nothingness after he left his body. He saw a light as small as a ball and he was slowly approaching the light from afar.

He reached the light and his soul slowly entered it, seconds later, he was in a place that was so bright that all he could see was blinding white light all over the place.

As he wandered further into the bright place, he eventually saw a gate made of gold, precious stones, and jewels that adore details of the gate, on top of the two pillars that support the gate were clouds that moved in all directions, left, right, some even rising, and some clouds falling.

As he stood in front of the gate, it suddenly flung open, and eventually, his old body appeared on the other end of the gate. He saw his body wearing white robes and from his old look, turned youthful again. Different from the wrinkled hands and feet in his past life.

Not to mention his old voice that became young once again. He realized that his soul remained that of a young boy, strong, adventurous, and full of vigor, a soul that remained youthful despite the body growing old. Such a free-willed old man like him has such a soul.

Piercing light once again enveloped the place, and the next he saw was a bright figure from afar, sitting on a giant golden throne adorned with the same precious stones and jewels he saw at the gate.

Many Angels were surrounding the figure, lined up neatly, kneeling, their wings weren't flapping to fly nor to float. Angels in golden armors, behind those that knelt, were lifting their two-handed swords burning in eternal flames while holding them just beside their faces.

Holding it upwards facing clouds up above them. Eyes were glowing with golden radiant glow and fierceness within.

The figure lifted his hands and soon the Angels held down their swords down. The figure was unbearably bright, and Joan's eyes were pierced with its radiance.

Closing his eyes didn't even help to lessen the burning sensation of the light. In the great brightness, he can only cover his eyes with his hands, the light was still piercing but now in lower intensity.

"Greeting's mortal! I am very pleased to see you here! My friend. Or should I say, Joan Emsworth? As you can see, I am the God of Angels that rules this realm. As your soul transmigrated, I chose you for this mission that only you can do. You will enter the world that I created.

"The Demon God was sending his demons to my world, and they are making my people becoming a blood sacrifice. For darkness is spreading to the lands. Many are slaughtered and killed. You will go and save this world as I have chosen you to complete the task.

"I will send someone to help you and guide you on your journey. As you transmigrate, you will assimilate with a boy who passed away and his knowledge and experiences will be passed on to you. Now go and be strong, for the evil is at hand," The loud voice said to him.

He can only agree with him as he knows what the consequences were of using the [Soul transmigration] skill.

"It has been years since I have seen you. I didn't know how long it is, but I am glad to see you again. My friend," Joan said to him.

"Don't fear, I will always be with you until the end of the world. See you again, my long-lost friend. I will open a portal just below your feet and you will be on your way. Any questions?" The God of Angels asked him, waiting for his inquiry to rise and take the initiative to ask.

Upon looking at him, Joan was in deep thought. Holding his chin with his pointing finger then sighed. He faced him then smiled as he remembered their past experiences together.

"Aha! You will make me face a terrible environment this time around? What about the world I will live in? Is it going to be challenging to live there? Like this is the second time you will send me again to another world?" Joan asked while pointing his finger towards him.

Still, the figure was so bright and domineering. Joan can only say it while his eyes closed.

"Ahem, you will certainly be going through such challenging ordeals as I have seen the World was enveloped with darkness. Only the Almarian Continent was left of the human territory. You see, they are planning of eradicating the entire human race,"

"You have such great taste for picking me up yourself huh? You know I am very tired as an old man but here I am very young again. I didn't know that I have such a young soul. Like stout and short," Joan can only smirk on the process as his white robes were bigger than him. Making him drag the excess cloth to walk.

"Hahaha, your body is old, but your soul is young. You need to become mature in your soul. You will still grow later. Of course, so don't worry about it." The God then coughed loudly.

Joan then sat on the floor and looked at his surroundings for the last time.

"You see my friend, are you perhaps lonely here in this throne of yours?" Joan asked in curiosity.

The God of Angels nearly coughed from what he heard. In that same moment, the Angels' eyes flashed with a grimace and darted towards him.

Flashing their swords towards his neck in a split second. Joan was then surrounded with swords all over his neck. Making him gulp some saliva on the process.

"Disrespectful!" Shouted one of the Angel who was holding a sword near his throat.

"Hahaha! You have a good question there. You should not be too carefree of what you ask me nor your actions to me. Or my Angels themselves will kill you on the spot. Remember that you are not on your past self who can shake the heavens in the past but a wandering soul. You nearly defeated me, making me acknowledge you and become your friend.

"But formalities aside, I would like to answer your question. I created the Angels and the Heavens because I wanted to have something to serve me. A place for me to enjoy and dwell in. But then, I thought of creating beings of my likeness. A being that has emotions like me and has its own will, unique from each other. And so, I created Humans and the Demon God the Demons.

"All was at peace but the world I made has forgotten about me. I sent my prophets, but they didn't listen. It was until then that the Demon God launched their attack towards the world I created, and many were slaughtered. It was you who will be taking the honorable task to save it. Can you do the task?" The God of Angels asked him.

Joan was feeling nostalgic when it comes to meeting this God in his past life. It was him who taught him to be humble as he was defeated by this God, but it was a close match as he made this God acknowledge his strength. Now, he was asked if he can save his world from dying. All he could do was nod his head.

In the past, he died and was sent by this God to be reincarnated to the world of Almaria. Being that, he came from Earth and was granted a second chance. As the third time to live again, it was burdensome yet exciting. His heart was racing in enthusiasm but annoyed that he will face more troublesome tasks up ahead. It was not new for him to see this old friend of him.

"As a reward for completing the task. I will grant one of your prayers. You can ask anything in prayer. Now, are we good? You will feel extremely frightened when you will be sent to my world so good luck on that," The God of Angels said then opened the portal on his feet.

"Why frightened?" Joan asked.

"You will see...." He said and then he made a portal below his feet.